The Creative Time Summit is streaming live now from Sweden. New Yorkers can also go see people talk about DIGITAL LABOR: SWEATSHOPS, PICKET LINES, AND BARRICADES with a time-delayed screening of the talks at the New School. [Creative Time streaming / New School conference]

Chinese shoppers using the website Alibaba, only had four days to purchase T-shirts that support Ai Weiwei before Alibaba shut the site down. [The New York Times]

More bad press for Ryder Ripps’s “ART WHORE”, a project in which he hired two sensual masseuses to make drawings for him at The Ace Hotel to demonstrate how his labor is being exploited. We didn’t like the project, Rhizome didn’t like the project, and Gawker doesn’t like it either. “Instead of opening that exploitation up for inspection, he hides it, making his sex workers into silent players in a drama about the aggrievement of Ryder Ripps.” [Gawker]

Final Fantasy 3 and Enter the Wu-Tang were both released 20 years ago. Someone on the Internet noticed that. The mash up is better than you’d think. [2 Mello via Metafilter]

“Is it irresponsible bullshit or harmlessly fatuous?” If you actively hate the Times’s Styles section, as many do, then Jacqui Shine’s comprehensive history is a must-read. The section is often empty elitism that’s late on everything, aggressively dismissive, and totally out of touch. But ultimately, it’s a mix, revealing a history of misogyny and barriers in women’s and gay journalism; the section allowed women like Charlotte Curtis to break from the women’s desk and a gaying of the paper. “Yes, it does function as a powerful critical lens on contemporary life. Yes, it is devoted to the pleasures of affluence. Yes, sometimes it is absurd. And yes, the writers and editors do seem pretty self-aware about all of these things,” Shine writes. [The Awl]

This week provides us with a couple good reasons to go to Bushwick, a couple good reasons to consider fucking (if needed), and no excuses to miss this weekend’s Creative Time Summit (it’s livestreaming). We’ll also be attending a seminar on erasing bad memories and a film on 1970s gentrification. It’s a strange week.